Saiyan's Hot Blood

Son Goku stood atop a rocky peak, looking down from above at the figure bathed in crimson flames. His eyes flickered like planets.

On the ground, Jiren panted heavily, crystalline particles mixed within the blazing crimson flames surrounding his body.

Because of the earlier outburst, the last remaining half of the arena had been shattered into countless uneven chunks of rock that constantly floated and sank. Jiren and Son Goku were each standing on one of them.

It had to be said that Jiren was truly erupting with power now. The rocks around where he stood were actually burning with crimson flames.

Of course, these flames were not ordinary fire, but a byproduct of his surging aura, entirely unlike normal flames.

Gorgeous yet bewitching, they swayed in the wind like blooming red spider lilies, stealing souls and captivating hearts.

Nearby, Toppo and Kefla silently watched it all, not daring to interfere. Their feet seemed trapped in a swamp, too difficult to move.

At this moment, merely feeling the heavy oppression permeating the air was enough to make their hearts tremble. It was as if an entire ocean had been poured into the atmosphere; every breath carried such a dense, suffocating weight that they could not feel at ease.

"His presence is like a raging storm. This Jiren truly is extraordinary."

Android 17 stared in astonishment, then turned his head and said, "You're awake?"

After taking a slight breath, Kashius smiled awkwardly at Android 17. "Of course. Knowing my daughter was here, how could I, as her father, possibly sleep so peacefully?"

When he had fought Liu Ge to the death, Kashius had already noticed his daughter Lacus. To be honest, Lacus's crying had been what jolted Kashius awake at the time.

"Oh, so you know that." Glancing at Kashius, Android